Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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Ah, there we'll have to disagree - we are not islands at all but interconnected, interwoven and there is a force for good and a force for evil out there.
I seem to be a man with his destiny in his hands but it is anything but - I'm in thrall just as much as any.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.....At times outside forces do influence what comes about in our lives but a lot is ones own doing as well.
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